While going on an office purge, I came across something I forgot I even had. The printed archives from this blog. All the posts prior to what is now my first post.
I stared into that rearview mirror for a moment. Contemplating keeping those pages. A good start to my autobiography maybe? I am sure there were quite a few things I rambled about that I have even forgotten. And what good would it do to keep them anyway? So I ripped off that rearview mirror and did something very theraputic. I walked to the shredder and fed every page through. I then deleted the archives that were saved on my computer.
For a split second I regretted it. But then I realized, those were old memories, hurtful memories, things I have moved past. So why keep them, to reopen the wounds? It was satisfying. I have found forgiveness. I have moved on and I love the life I have now. But as I shredded those last pages, I couldn't help but recall a quote from an episode of "Friends" where Rachel is trying to get over Ross and she calls him in a drunken state and says, "I am over you, and that my friend, is what they call closure."